Lyrics:
chan
Chinese are
the waves
the woods
are dreaming
No human words bespeak
the token sorrow older
than old this wave
becrashing smarts
the toy guns in Wyneberg by the Chinese shop
Remember when I was 7 years old with a pallet gun
Playing outside with a cap, drinking Caprisun
We thought we
specialist, but there’s one thing that I know
It’s that “old cold” is the way to keep stones out of your kidneys
The Chinese don’t age very well
Is he
Stand up real man, they know I won't fold
Bullets hit hard like ginger ale bold
Bro got a mac he only ten years old
Dots on his body like bra
The way I see it, Barry
This should be a very dynamite show
Bit of nostalgia for the old folks!
I'm advocating dark clothes
If I'm not alone how
to sit with me
Tampering up my program, so I play another slow jam
It's not an ancient Chinese secret, you should know man
But you insist on stay
Chinese rock and roll
Blue cheese up your, well you know
And I'm busting out of my seams
If you know what I mean
Because I'm a-getting f'old
I
a second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese
And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a pawnshop radio, quarter past four
He left for Waukegan
a second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese
And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a pawnshop radio, quarter past four
He left for Waukegan
is the business for a bit of old skirt
It's so dirty when it's in the right mood
Give it some brandy and some chinese food
Take her for a spin
Uh, uh, uh (Yeah), huh
(Uh) This is (Uh) an old school (Uh) Missy exclusive (Huh)
Look
I ain't on no ra-ra shit (Uh)
You don't wanna test how
going to say to you
Statistically speaking my one true love lives in China
How will I find her?
Statistically speaking my one true love speaks Chinese
old school
High school memories
At last like when I passed that class
I remember the first day of high school
Everybody knew we was in the wrecking
Two chops on me like I'm Chinese
Fake niggas, I don't want them by me
Only fear Allah, nigga try me
I don't kill you, then I'm dying in martyr
For my
Today is the third day of the Chinese New Year
But I am sick now with fever and cough
I am not sure if it is corona virus
It ruined my stay in my
There is a chinese song named yong ren zi rao
I like its lyric because it depicts our human's pitiful life
It wrote life is like a bowl of low
feet
I'd apologize longer but I really have to leave
Look on my watch twenty minutes passed
Damn, I start to worry and to wonder where he's at
Chinese
feet
I'd apologize longer but I really have to leave
Look on my watch twenty minutes passed
Damn, I start to worry and to wonder where he's at
Chinese
Slammin MC's like Scottie Pippen
Flippin on Old Gold
Cold as the rhymes you stole
Puffin on dime bags and I been told
My words are harder than a brick
Just like that and I'm back, bro
Now back in the days of old me (when?)
Right around the time I became a dope fiend (oh)
Ate some codeine as a way
vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
Ninja (Ninja)
Kawasaki (Kawasaki)
Ducati (Ducati)
my old Harley (old Harley)
Rock the party (Rock
Let's get us some Chinese food
But she said no no no no no no
Not in the mood
We headed down to Pedro's tacoria
We ordered up a couple of those old salty
liter Sprite, it get me through the night
Bowling alley in the basement but we still shooting dice (haha)
Rich forever, killa take my old advice (yeah)
Ululation, WuShe City lay in ruins
Soldiers gather, Death to be apportioned
(Chinese part)
Uniforms trekked streams to primitive territory
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